Old Gold
Living on ashes of bridges that I've burned.
Trying to get by on lessons I never learned.
Only coin I've got is an old nickel that don't mean a thing.
Somedays coming closer, I swear I hear that bell ring.
The sun comes up and the clouds go by.
Beg, borrow or steal, one last try.
Sailing on a desert of life gone by.
Digging for old gold is just dust you can't buy.
Tomorrows dream of finally finding the loot.
The devil himself offers up forbidden fruit.
You swear you won't take it, he can go to hell.
Becouse you want to survive the toll of the bell.
Old Gold
Bought and sold
Life on hold
I feel cold
No one told
No longer bold
Been rolled
Black mold
Politicians polled
I fold
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